There was a long discussion while laying on a friend’s couch. The idea was that life was what you made it. You could slave away at a 9 to 5 or you could build a fantastical dream.
The dream was to travel the world and see every sight we could. Stop learning from only books and to find the history itself. To go and experience everything there was to experience. Immerse in the cultures and taste the cuisines of the whole world.
This wasn’t just a dream; it was a tangible plan, a rebellion against the monotony we felt creeping into our lives. We knew it wouldn’t be easy. Sacrifices would have to be made, but the thought of living a life dictated by experience rather than routine was exhilarating. The question that lingered was no longer could we, but how could we turn this fantastical dream into a reality?